Shirley Belk
Bio
Mother, Nana, Sister, Cousin, & Aunt who recently retired. RN (Nursing Instructor) who loves to write stories to heal herself and reflect on all the silver linings she has been blessed with
Stories (145/0)
Why Teaching Nursing Students
Spending the last fifteen years of my professional career as a Nursing Instructor was probably my most meaningful era in the healthcare field for me. Having paid my dues on a busy Medical-Surgical floor, Postpartum float, Geriatric nursing supervisor, home health agency, Neuro/Neuro ICU charge nurse, Neurosurgeon's clinic, Day Surgery unit, I wasn't even looking to spread my wings to academia. But, as the story goes, sometimes opportunities just come to you. I like to think of this as a pre-destined assignment.)
By Shirley Belkabout 15 hours ago in Education
Divorce Discovery
I don't know if there are still divorce recovery classes offered anymore. Are there? Back in the 90's they were widely known and popular. They were usually hosted by local churches and with only a minimal application fee, if any. In retrospect, they were probably a very good idea.
By Shirley Belk4 days ago in Humor
Bad Week
I basically lived with my mother's sister (Aunt Sis,) and her husband, (Uncle Bill) from the sixth grade through the tenth. They were crucial years for me. I was changing and developing into a confused and resentful teenager. I was angry with both my father and my mother. I couldn't understand the personal hells they were going through. I just felt the emotional impact of it all. I rightfully felt that I had been gypped. All their nonsense had been very much avoidable...alcohol abuse, adultery, and immaturity.
By Shirley Belk5 days ago in Families
Her Name was Princess Lora
I once knew an adorable little red-headed girl. She lived in a fairy-tale world. She was the baby of the bunch. Everybody loved her gentle and quiet spirit. She also made everyone laugh with the silly monkeyfaces she would make. She was the happiest child in the universe. Her giggles sounded like melodious angel music.
By Shirley Belk21 days ago in Fiction
Trees Don't Lie
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The old woman and her son had dreamed almost the same dream. Their dreams had disturbed them greatly, so they shared their individual encounters, their night visions, with care and trepidation to one another. Neither one really wanted to sound the thoughts that their brains were somehow trying to bury. Those thoughts demanded to be heard and seen, just the same though. There had to be some relief from the horror of what they had witnessed in that state of sleep consciousness. Maybe by exposing them they could take the heaviness off their shoulders?
By Shirley Belk25 days ago in Fiction